THREE YEARS OF BEEF CUBES AND BURDOCK

Well, by now you will have had just a taste of my book Beef Cubes and Burdock: Memories of a 1950s Country Childhood. It's three years since it was published by Austin Macauley, but by the looks of things, it's still selling steadily. One reason for this is that during lockdown, I have been writing a weekly nostalgia column for my old newspaper, the Rugby Advertiser. I often include a reference to the book, and therefore gain access to an audience eager for stories of how life used to be. I started my working life in the 1960s as a reporter on the paper and they're very happy to feature my reminiscences. Covid has introduced a lot of uncertainty into all our lives and people understandably yearn for what they might regard as the more settled times of their youth. Older people, especially, will put on their glasses - rose-tinted, perhaps - and look back to simpler days. To them, the past is most definitely not a foreign country. It was a period of great happiness. Beef Cubes and Burdock talks about sunny, summer days spent fishing and swimming in the local brook, of warming by winter firesides after a sledging session on a local hillside. It tells of the joys of spring, the cuckoo's call and the 'little bit of bread and no cheese' refrain of the yellowhammer singing on the hedge tops. Beef Cubes and Burdock is a song of hope, of eternal youth, dreams and moonbeams. May it thrill and inspire all who read it.  

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